im not scared of dying im scared of looking in the mirror im not scared of crying im scared of drying my eyes of tears and if this is all i have to say this voice should just fade away because there's enough fear without my mistakes and every morning feels so strange I will not expand i will not explain these eyes will only dilate they will not contract they will not relate and the stone will not be rolled away on the third day i will not find peace i will not go home i will not believe im not really breathing im just absorbing every word this isnt grieving its just acting what we've learned and im not really giving up im just investing in faith this isn't really love its just words that we've arranged and every morning feels so strange i will not expand i will not explain this voice will not resonate it will not spew words only hesitate and the stone will not be rolled away on the third day i will not find peace i will not go home i will not believe and these means just aren't suggesting ends this trembling hand can barely hold this pen I'll try to write my piece if i can remember what these words mean maybe there's still hope to find relief or find release...